Microfiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman6 months ago in Fiction
Eyelens: The World Beneath Sight
The first time Kieran slipped the Eyelens into his eye, he expected nothing more than sharper vision. He had read the promotional tagline—“See the world as it truly is”—and assumed it was just clever marketing. After all, every breakthrough in optics for the last century had promised the same thing.
By Princess Ladly6 months ago in Fiction
5 Minute Fiction: Smoke
“See that’s the thing,” the guy with a cigarette perched between two fingers slurred. “You think you’re smarter than me.” Serafina rolled her eyes as she stared at the glimmering string lights behind the liquor bottles at the bar. She wasn’t here for this kind of interaction. Her dark fingernails impatiently drummed against the counter stained with a thousand rings from wet glasses and beer bottles. On the television above the bartender, the news—all bad news—rattled on and on. The closed captions blurred together, but she watched the words appear then vanish, taking it all in.
By Valerie Taylor6 months ago in Fiction
Roman Rance: The Unyielding Storm
Roman Rance was born on the fringes of the Empire, in a small settlement where the stone walls of Rome’s power were more rumor than reality. His father was a soldier who never returned from campaign, and his mother a weaver who taught him the rhythm of patience, but it was in the wild fields and ruins near his home that Roman truly grew. He was a boy who fought the wind, shouted against storms, and swore that he would one day be more than just another forgotten name.
By Princess Ladly6 months ago in Fiction
Honor. Top Story - August 2025.
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Fiction
Dead Frequency: Vinyls of the Void. Top Story - August 2025.
Sometimes, attention feeds more than the ego. 🎵📻🎶🎧🎵💿🎶📀🎧📻🎵💿🎶🎵📻🎶🎧🎵💿🎶📀🎧📻🎵💿🎶 Prologue The studio was dark, its walls lined with lingering mildew. Faint static buzzed through its walls, a hungry sound.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin6 months ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Dreams
He woke up before the alarm, the pale blue of the room already suggesting water. Adrian lay still and watched the ceiling ripple. He had learned not to blink too soon. If he blinked, the shoreline would break. If he reached for his phone, the stairs would vanish. The maps required a quiet mind and an honest failure to wake.
By Aspen Noble6 months ago in Fiction
